For more than a year, the BBC investigated predatory paedophile priests in the Diocese of Chichester and the ineffectiveness of their adopted safeguarding measures. In this 'Inside Out' special, award winning journalist Colin Campbell speaks with victims about the unimaginable damage caused, not only by the initial abuse, but also by the Church's continued failings and cover-ups.
The former chair of MACSAS, appearing on BBC One's 'The Big Questions' debating whether the Catholic Church is serious about dealing with child abuse.
Also includes Pete Saunders of NAPAC who has been forced off the Papal Commission for criticising the Catholic Church.
I was born in Bedford, England on 20th October 1951. Three years later, my parents moved to Pyrford in Surrey, where I grew up with my four sisters. I went to Pyrford Primary School, where I was very happy and did well. In September 1963, aged eleven, I went to the Salesian College in Chertsey, Surrey, an independent Catholic school for boys.
For the next three years, I enjoyed school, made good friends and continued to do well academically.
Then, in September 1966, a new teacher joined the school. Hubert Madley. Within a few weeks, he began to be very friendly to me, taking me home after school and working his way into my family. Then it began, and for the next two years he sexually abused me as often as he could and wherever he could.
In February 1968, following the tragic death of my closest friend, Martin Allen, I went to confession and told my housemaster, Fr Madden, what Madley was doing to me. Fr Madden then told the headmaster, Fr O’Shea, who informed the Rector, Fr Gaffney and the Provincial Superior – Fr George Williams.
But, instead of helping me, they swore me to silence and moved Madley to the Salesian College in Battersea to protect him and the school’s name. I was left to fend for myself, without any support from the school. Neither my parents nor the police were told. I failed all my exams and was thrown out of the school.
The impact of the sexual trauma I had suffered was compounded by the betrayal of the Salesian priests, after I had gone to them for help, a combination which created deep-seated psychological issues within me that would continue to damage me for years to come. This damage manifested itself in different ways as I developed a range of harmful behaviours as ‘coping mechanisms’, in order to survive, including alcohol abuse,
self-harm and sex addiction.
I found it difficult to settle and was incapable of forming lasting relationships. I tried to pretend that it had never happened by burying the memories deep in my mind, and for the next 30 or so years, I stumbled on through life, but the legacy of guilt, confusion and anger was never far from the surface.
Then, in 1995, the hidden memories began to re-emerge. A trickle at first, then more, and more, each time becoming sharper in focus and more detailed. They pervaded my mind during every moment of every day, and haunted my dreams at night. Eventually, at the beginning of 1997, I broke down, unable to cope with the force of these awful images, which totally overwhelmed me and took me to the brink of self-destruction.
I was lucky though; I had someone who stood by me. She looked after me while I tried to find the support and counselling that I needed, and, eventually, I began to recover.
During my treatment, I was advised by my counsellor to tell the police about what had happened to me, so, in November 1999, I made a full statement to Surrey Police who launched an investigation. In April 2000, Madley was arrested, but he denied that anything had gone on between us. Fr O’Shea also denied knowing anything about it, and, based on their denials, the CPS decided not to prosecute due to lack of evidence, even though
the police had not even interviewed Fr Williams by the time they made that decision.
Despite this, I was not prepared to give up, so, In October 2000, I informed the Salesians that I intended to start civil proceedings against them They responded by offering to mediate with me, although they continued to deny having any knowledge of what I had happened, saying that it would be far less painful and much quicker to mediate, rather than go through the courts. I agreed, and they began conducting their own internal
investigation in preparation for the mediation.
The mediation took place in February 2001, at which the Salesians continued to deny having ever had any knowledge of what I was claiming. However, they offered me £20,000, on the understanding that I would not sue them or Madley, nor would I say anything about the matter ever again. I took the money, but I did not stay quiet. Instead, I began my own investigation, using some of the money to fund it. The breakthrough came In April 2004, after I tracked Madley down and told him that I intended to bring a private criminal prosecution against him.
This time, instead of denying everything, he wrote me a series of letters asking me to forgive him, and he had numerous telephone conversations with my friend David Williams, in which he confessed everything he had done to me. He also disclosed the full nature of the conspiracy the Provincial, Fr George Williams, had cooked up with him in 1968 to keep the lid on everything.
Surrey police decided that these letters, together with the phone calls, which David had taped, contained enough information to enable them to launch a new investigation, so, Madley was arrested again on October 17th 2004, at his home in North London, and taken to Collingwood police station, where he was interviewed under caution. Madley was subsequently charged with buggery and indecent assault, under the Sexual Offences Act 1963, and sent for trial in December 2005.
The full story of what happened to me, and the struggles I endured in my quest for justice, is told in my book ‘Conspiracy of Faith’, which was published by Lutterworth Press on 22 February 2007. Since then, allegations of sexual abuse have emerged against Fr George Williams, spanning decades and involving pupils at Shrigley Hall, the former Salesian Missionary College in Macelsfield, Cheshire. These allegations have been brought into
the public domain by a former Salesian Priest, and are outlined in an open letter, published by the former priest on 23 August 2007 (this letter and the trial documents are on my website www.grahamwilmer.org.uk
Greater Manchester Police, together with Bolton Social Services, investigated these new allegations. Following the investigation, Bolton police gave me the following statement:
‘Mr. Wilmer – regarding your allegation of sexual abuse at the hands of Fr George WILLIAMS. The matter was jointly investigated by the Child Protection Unit at Bolton and Bolton Social Services. All the information raised in your complaint has been passed to DC Mike HOBBS from Surrey Police, by DC PARKER of our unit. The reason for this was that the historical offences you outlined in your complaint were committed in the Surrey area. The Salesian College has been visited and Fr Michael WINSTANLEY is aware of the allegations. Fr WILLIAMS is now house bound and has no contact with any vulnerable persons, and he is deemed currently not to be a danger to children. In respect of the Police at Bolton there are no further lines of enquiry to pursue. Keith Isherwood, Detective
Sergeant, PPIU – Child Protection Unit.’
In 2003, I set up The Lantern Project, a counselling and support service to help other survivors, but I still didn’t fully appreciate the scale of child abuse or the extent of the damage child abuse causes both at the time, and after long the abuse may have stopped. I do now, as, since then, the project has supported thousands of survivors, male and female, and of all ages, and what we have learned through that work has enabled us to develop a recovery framework, which we call Unstructured Therapeutic Disclosure, which is now recognised by our Primary Care Trust, who now fund us under contract asa specialist support and counselling service for victims of psychosexual trauma.
All of the cases of child abuse that we deal with are horrific; there is no other way to describe the damage that is caused, yet, despite all of the child protection measures that schools, churches and the myriad of other organisations in the UK, which interact with children and young people, are supposed to have in place, we continue to see cases of child abuse coming forward, both historical and current, which demonstrate the inadequacies and failures of the measures that are there, enshrined in law, to protect children from abuse.
My case was far from unique; I have evidence of more than 20 other cases of child abuse occurring in Salesian schools in the UK over the past 40 years, and there are many more. The majority of the victims who have come forward and asked me to help them name the same Salesian priests, including Salesian Provincials, yet my ongoing attempts to have anyone in authority inquire into these allegations continues to meet with a deafening
silence from Education Ministers, Secretaries of State, Church leaders, and, of course, the current Provincial of the Salesians in the UK, Fr Martin Coyle. Recently, Beverley Smith (Child Safeguarding Division – Department for Education), in response to a document I had sent to Michael Gove, containing the personal disclosures from victims of abuse in Salesian schools, and asking him to set up an investigation, wrote to me saying ‘it would not be appropriate for the Department to consider such an investigation, not least given that the allegations relate to a period so long ago.’
This is, simply, unacceptable. Child abuse is a crime. It is now, and it was then. If we can’t look to those we elect to protect our children, then we must find another way. It is only through an inquiry on a national scale, that we will be able to expose the level of abuse that has, and still does, take place in schools, churches and other institutions in our land.
O'Brien at International Psychology Conference
A victim of prolific paedophile priest, Fr Terence O’Brien has received a letter of apology from the Fr Gerry Briody, current provincial of the Salesian Order in Great Britain and a financial settlement for sexual assaults she suffered over a nine year period.
Fr Terence O’Brien was a Salesian priest. In 1965 he was moved by the order to their
house in Battersea. At the time it was reported by the Catholic Herald:
“Fr Terence O’Brien S.D.B. will be leaving the solitude of a moorland village in Cheshire for the hurly burly of London. The move is designed to allow him more time to concentrate on youth work in which field he enjoys a high reputation”.
The order set him up in a house, for his sole use, on the Salesian site in Battersea, on which their school was also situated, to run a private counselling practice for children and young people.
He had access, on an individual basis, to hundreds of children and young people from 1965 onwards. As well as running his counselling practice he travelled around the country holding courses on psychology and religion, mainly for religious, but also for lay adults. This served to further enhance the trust and respect he held in Catholic circles.
He managed to keep the other side of his life unchallenged for decades, although those close to him were undoubtedly aware of what he was doing. His activities were only brought to a halt when three of his victims, who were by then adults, made disclosures of historic sexual abuse to the police in 1996. O’Brien was charged with sex offences but deemed too frail to stand trial. He was forbidden to continue any form of active ministry and moved to the Salesian retirement home in Chertsey where he died in 2000.
When Metropolitan Police reinvestigated him in 2013, as part of Operation Torva, they described him as being a prolific paedophile, whose victims are in multiples of ten. It is impossible to know just how many children became his victims.
The truth is that he had no psychological qualifications whatsoever and despite that was set up by the Salesian order to run a counselling service for children and young people. He took money from at least some of those he was seeing for his “services”.
The Salesians have consistently sought to distance themselves from the reality of O’Brien’s sexual abuses until this recent case. When it was successfully concluded the Order have, for the first time, issued a formal apology to the female survivor.
Artwork created by a Church abuse survivor and regular user of the MACSAS helpline
Artist, Photographer, Survivor
Read Ann's story below:
I am a clergy abuse survivor. In my early twenties I joined a charismatic Catholic group. An American priest took
me into a room to ‘pray over me’.
He ‘laid hands on me’ not in the usual healing style … it was terrifying. I was a troubled young woman heading for years in the psychiatric system. He certainly knew whom to pick!
Nine years ago I reported him to his order. To my horror, they told me he’d been in a treatment centre twice to learn to ‘modify his ministry’. He wrote to tell me ‘He’d learned to shut the gates’, mmmmnnn!
“I went to the Archbishop who made many promises... ” The religious order ignored my complaints so I went to the police.
He faced a three hour interview but as there were no witnesses to my abuse and being so long ago no case resulted.
He and the Order, the Marianists, denied it all. I went to the Archbishop who made many promises. He let me down on nearly all of them and nine years later, nothing has happened and no-one is the slightest bit interested.
During that time of challenge and finding my voice, my artwork was going very well. Funded by the Arts and Disability Forum in Belfast, I held an exhibition. But the artwork you see on these pages was to be my last. I developed a neuromuscular disorder and I now use a wheelchair.
So I took up photography. I passed my driving test at 54 after a year driving, gave up smoking (40-60 a day!), liberated myself from psychiatry and all their drugs and decided to LIVE.
What should I say that’s helpful? Never give up seeking Justice. Sometimes though, one has to ‘let go’ if it is too tough.
Never give up seeking fulfilment. Creativity in any media is so GOOD for the soul - and write your story! God gave us this beautiful earth. A slow walk at dawn by the sea with my two dogs makes me feel good to be alive.
It may be a long road but I hope you find pure joy in nature, which surely won’t hurt us, unless a tree falls on us in a storm!
2. ASCENT
So I return to the place of hurt;
the garden, where we sometimes sat;
the wooden bench facing inward;
the house
like a square peg hammered on a hilltop.
Today, the smokeless chimney is thrust
stiffly into a soft and powdery sky.
From the other side of the aging black fence,
a black gum tree drops lucent black
clouds on the grass.
The paint peels from the cross, and underneath,
it wears a petticoat of pumice
and crushed granite.
The plaque of verdigris is etched,
It is finished.
The garden is wintry this early summer;
shaded in the umbrella of currawong song
There is a kookaburra somewhere nearby,
lifting the mantle, cursing my memory.
It might have been beautiful; Iris and Salvia,
and red ballerinas on the flowering gum;
perhaps roses, even black beauty.
I might have bent over to smell them.
As it was, the fragrance was sour.
What is love anyway? I asked.
I imagined the letter he never wrote;
the reply that should have said,
I wronged you.
He is dead to me, dead to all.
Now the place where I sit is newly stained
with the solid vows I embody.
I get up, shift my meditation
to bark and fallen leaves.
There, on the ground,
I put my fingers into shade;
feel the blades of grass.
I cut whorls in the soil,
disturb the mulch and tiny souls.
Again I hear the currawong,
the being song
of kookaburra, the joy as it laughs.
Dead arms around me decompose;
and rise in the wings of a Lark Ascending
soft feathers in the creases of myself,
stroking the soft and powdery sky.
I was a schoolboy at St Benedict's Ealing in the 1960s where, it turns out, a number of the boys I knew were sexually abused. They were abused by monks who are now in prison. I had no idea as a child that sexual abuse was going on.
The silence persisted for four decades until victims started to speak up and eventually with media reports of the trials, the truth came out into the open.
This painting is about hiding the truth. The splendour of church ritual dazzles the viewer, sunbeams and incense obscuring things that are not meant to be seen. While I respect the Catholic Church and it is by no means the only religious institution perpetrating sexual abuse, I feel all too often members of such organisations feel pressured to put the reputation of their organisation before the safety of the children in their care.
This misplaced loyalty is now being challenged, potentially at least, by a report entitled 'The Independent Inquiry into Child Sexual Abuse'. Among a number of proposals, one in particular makes it mandatory for people who work in regulated activity or in positions of trust to report allegations of child sexual abuse. The report's proposals are currently before parliament. Should this proposal become law, the radiance of Rome will, perhaps, become less impenetrable.
The inspiration for this painting came from a chance remark made by one of my school friends at a St Benedict's Old Boys reunion. When the topics of monks, teachers and sexual abuse came up, my friend mentioned that he had been abused by a monk who was known to us all. His revelation was followed by an awkward silence and a desire for the chatter to move on. How long had our friend's suffering been a buried secret, I wondered. I shall call my friend Benedict to protect his identity.
As a boy I remember he was rather small, good- looking, quiet, and well~behaved. What he said may have been blurted out for the first time in his life, unplanned. I don't know. Whatever the case may be, I could not get his revelation out of my head. A still from the film, Angels and Demons, showing a cardinals' procession in the Vatican suddenly engendered a way of dealing with my friend's wounding memory and the decades of silence. Benedict, this painting is for you.
Jeremy Mulve
The Spirit’s
Surprises
May the Spirit
bless you with discomfort
at easy answers, half-truths and
superficial relationships so that
you will have love deep in your heart.
May the Spirit
bless you with anger
at injustice and oppression
and exploitation of people and the earth
so that you will work for
justice, equity and peace.
May the Spirit
bless you with tears to shed
for those who suffer
so that you will
reach out your hand
to comfort them.
May the Spirit
bless you with the foolishness
to think you can make a difference
in the world,
so that you will do the things
which others say cannot be done.
Interfaith Council for Peace and Justice
In “Finding Hope Again”
By Peter Millar pg 192 -
Submitted by Lorna
Image by Phil Johnson
Silent Pain
Silent pain that reigns within
My wish it would be forgotten
It weaves and ebbs like an eel
In a stream
Oh! But it is sad and rotten.
Like a tailor's needle
with sharpened edge
That pulls through cloth forever
That is how you gored my
childhood dreams
With your shameful acts of terror.
If my mind had wings
that could fly and fly
Oh! I would let my pain fly away forever
But Alas,
Alas there is no gleaming glow
That could erase the trembling
pain of terror.
It’s like a slashing sword in a
swirling wind
Where you gashed me with your
reign of terror
Like a raging bull trapped in your ring
Where you speared and gored forever.
Like a thief in the night you robbed at will
And left scenes that won’t be forgotten
One’s dignity is a precious thing
That you destroyed, tore up,
and upon it,
left trodden.
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